Okay, this is funny. It’s a real accomplishment for me to get a pen looking like that, given the mountain of pens in our apartment. (So wasteful, I know.) But with a Bic (especially the ink-drooling new BOLD version), I might make it one day.
Why I don’t really use Moleskines anymore.

Mind you, I’d been using them almost exclusively for nearly 8 (EIGHT!) freakin years. That’s a lot of notebooks!
It started two years ago, when I got tired of searching for the perfect pen for Moleskines. I say “for Moleskines” because that thin and crappy paper worked best with bad ballpoints. As Stephanie from Biffy Beans puts it, it’s “Like trying to write on dead leaves” sometimes. Nice and inky ballpoints would transfer to the other page when I wrote on the back. Same for pencil. Forget anything really and truly inky. But, I realized that, for better or worse, I really liked them. And that was that.
Well, it actually started a few years before that, when I wished that Moleskines were a little greener. There were no green moleskine (small m) books back then, not that I could find. Not like now.
Anyway, the pen search was annoying. I know I’m not alone, either, and on blogs and Flickr and Facebook, people searched for something that would work in these over-priced books with lies on the covers. Then, this summer, I lost my shit a little one day over my BRAND WHOREDOM. I recovered, and the company that owns Moleskine, meanwhile, promised greener cover materials.
Yeah, not only are they not made of recycled paper, and not only are they kinda made in China, kinda made in Italy, kinda taken on a whole trip around the world before you pay too much for them (must be where that get all that “nomad” crap from). They are also covered in freakin PVC. People who were laser-engraving these things had to stop because burning PVC creates dangerous fumes.
PVC can make fire-fighters sick when it’s used in building materials and burns. One of my favorite people in the world is a fire-fighter. I feel like I shouldn’t contribute to the PVC market, especially when I can easily just, you know, not do it. Most companies are taking it out of their products. Many did a long time ago. Again, someone from the company that makes Moleskine products promised greener cover materials in August in a comment to this post. Last August. No word on that. That only that, but they won’t publish even the most innocent “hey, got a date on them there covers?” comment on that post. I’m going to pass on talking about how they destroyed one of the coolest blogs on the internet by just making Moleskinerie a badly-written ad. But censoring comments from people who leave a real email address and URL and who have had previously-published comments is just bullshit.

Also. Yes. The last three Moleskines I bought had to be replaced by the company. They actually only replaced two. One had every page ripped, and another had a BUG in the paper. Yes, a dead bug. They sent one to replace them. Thanks. Then they wrapped one of those fancy “passions” journals so badly in its unnecessary plastic that the pages barely opened from the bend-job they got on the book’s trip around the world and to my doorstep. After three emails and at least six weeks, they replaced that. It smelled like, as someone else put it, jet fuel also. It sits and is not used near food.
I felt like a jack-ass already, not only for how many of those damned things I’d bought and filled, but for how many I caused other people to buy. And how many I gave as gifts. Etc.
Then, this summer/fall, I scored some better books and haven’t looked back since. I can use whatever pens I want to. Some of them are made of green materials, using green processes. None of them have lies printed all over them and never have. And, playing to my own weakness, none of them are prone to idolatry or fetishization from me — that I can tell. Except Field Notes, but I, frankly, just write and draw in them, beat the shit out of them, and start a new one when it’s full. I haven’t gotten batty about them. Not yet. If I do, I’ll quit using them, no matter how nice the paper is.

(This thing is FULL of Moleskines.)
But this made me poop in my own cereal. Not only is Moleskine now just a brand for over-priced Notebooks. It’s a brand for all kinds of shyte. Check it out:
Moleskines are, officially, ruined for me. I remember when they were actually made well (I don’t care what the company says, the quality has gone to hell in the last 2-3 years, with some exceptions like my 2009 planner), when they were still kind of esoteric and hard to find, when they felt special and practical — when a Moleskine was a notebook, not an over-branded pack of sticky-notes.
And, yet. Still. I totally want The Little Prince edition. And, jeepers. I find myself drawn to them sometimes. I can’t say why. I readily admit that a large part of why Moleskines were such an issue for me relates to my own personality. They became like a woman who was really bad for me, but whom I really liked to involve myself with. In the stationery department, I mean.
Before you’re tempted to send pro-Moleskine hatemail, read the post title again. No one’s taking away your planet-killing notebooks. Just your money.
Shit you carry to write.

I’m beginning to like the last option of this list.
On portable writing supplies.
What’s more fun, portable and conducive to notetaking and WRITING?
-Messing around with pencils? PencilRevolution.Com?
-Fancy Moleskines and archival inks, carefully applied?
=>Cheap notebooks and ballpoint pens and something fancy for journaling?
(09.22.10)
Moleskine case.

The Mrs. P-designed Moleskine case to which I eluded earlier is finished. Thanks to the two blizzards this week, UPS was behind with deliveries, and then couldn’t get to our building (though of course USPS did). As such, our small Valentine’s Day gifts never came. A set of giraffe hair clips I bought on Etsy did come. So my sweet little wife set about knitting me a case to hold my pocket Moleskine and planner, with a pen to boot.

It’s a perfect fit. Nice and snug, without having to bear-grease the two books get ‘em in there. Holds a pen, probably a few to boot. The opening is slightly tapered in, to keep it all in and together. Wonderful! The wool she made it of is very nice and feels durable. I almost can’t wait to go back to work this week, to get to carry them around. Almost
On pleasant early meetings.
I had a coffee meeting this morning with a gentleman who is extremely pleasant, who likes coffee as much as I do and with whom I joked about a shared stationery fetish when we both pulled out fancy notebooks. My, oh, my, even with more caffeine later, working alone in your office when it’s beautiful outside, especially after a very pleasant meeting first thing, is difficult and….unpleasant.
On the up-side, I spent lunch-time today reworking some dissertation stuff, so that I am doing my part to get that sumbitch defended before Baby comes. Still, I am increasingling tired of looking at and thinking about this thing. Changing language around, etc. I was talking with someone today about publication. Well, he was talking about me doing some publishing. And I had to say, “Hell no.” I don’t want to look at that thing for some time after I defend it.
On another up-side, when work and other people get to me, I think that, in one year, I’ll have a beautiful Baby and my PhD. The stress to get there becomes obviously worth it, from that start — not just in hindsight. I remember what Nietzsche said: “He who has a why to live can bear almost any how.”
I think I forgot to mention that the second ultrasound was Okay and normal and good. There are a few small issues with Mama for which there have been some prescriptions (and prescriptions for the problems that prescriptions caused). But, so far as we can tell, things are going well. Morning sickness is over, and Mama has her energy back. Coming up: 20-week blood tests and the Big Ultrasound wherein we can (hopefully) learn the gender!
On address books.

I have always kept an address book, since I was old enough to know people to write to. Before that, I always used the address section at the end of dayplanners starting in high school. My wife has a fancy Longaberger dealy that holds address cards. It’s very bulky. I have a small red silk Moleskine address book that I scored for a buck-ninety-nine last year. There’s postal paper lining the inside cover, stamps in the pocket and addresses of people I know written in black ballpoint pen ink.
I think of that scene in the beginning of Amelie when the older gent erases his best friend from his address book when he gets home from his funeral and sighs heavily. I imagine keeping an address book for a long time, like that. That’s kind of morbid, probably. But when I consulted my address book a few weeks ago, I noticed at least two entries of folks who aren’t around anymore: my grandfather and my great-uncle and his nice wife. All three folks passed away in the last year. I didn’t cross them out, though. I won’t.
Anecdote about address books: My very good buddy and his lady are expecting a baby very soon. For her baby shower, he called me on the phone to get my mailing address for what he claimed was the millionth time (it was only like twice). So, amidst the clothes and baby gear, there was a medium-sized navy blue address book for him, with my mailing address in it. The weird thing is that I had a hard time finding it. Other than Moleskines, I didn’t find a lot of address books at all. And I checked a few stores with a lot of stationery.
Am I so old-fashioned that I went looking for an object that fewer and fewer people are using? I’m not that old school. I’m certainly a bit of a techno-junkie. I’ve been blogging for five years and spend entirely too much time on Flickr and reading other people’s blogs. I embrace technology more often than I really am comfortable with. It’s also a little disturbing that my buddy didn’t already have one, since he’s more old-school than I am sometimes. And I mean that in a good way.
Are address books going to disappear in favor of information stored in cell phones and computers? Admittedly, phone numbers are more convenient when they are stored in the device you’re going to use to dial them (your phone), and the same is true of email. I store phone numbers and email addresses that way. But I never put anything else in my computer or cell phone address books on principle. No phone numbers in the email client, etc.
This could be a result of the fact that I stubbornly use the postal service whenever I can. A friend of mine in Oregon and I keep in touch via letters and mail. I send postcards when I travel and beg others to do the same (and my brother always does). Are address books going bye-bye with letters? They have other uses, though. Holiday cards. Birthday cards. Thank-you cards. Or are less people sending them? I get less every year, but I thought I might just be annoying people.
Geez. I feel like I should buy all the address books I can get my hands on and hoard them for when people come to their senses and want them again one day. I could give them out with the only form of payment requested being a letter once a year sent to me. I’d give them out with my address filled in. I always return letters and often include goodies like stickers and obscene ad-lib-ed pictures from junk mail, etc.
I’m so melodramatic.
Anyone else treasure their address books?